Utterly Mad

"Is this really- EEP- necessary?" Branches asked, the Yelp necessitated by Roxanne giving the laces of the corset she'd made the homunculus try on another hard pull.

"Well no, but you wanna be beautiful right? Being beautiful hurts sweetie." Roxanne grunted. She put her foot on branches back and gave another titanic pull, wondering just what this girl was made of that the kind of pressure the corset was putting on her hadn't forced her to pass out yet. Roxanne had given good advice, or at least the two of them thought so. Be polite, be confident, look at him when you are speaking. "Hector liked 'em, confident but with streak of girlish flirty shyness. Just walk with your head up and try to avoid looking like you are skulking around and you should nail it."

After the advice, Roxanne had started in with appearances. Unfortunately, it was this that had devolved to a point where Roxanne was basically just playing dress up with the homunculus. Taking clothes off, putting new ones on, then taking them off again. Branches began to feel like a life sized doll, being stripped and dressed for an imaginary ball for other dolls. Roxanne wanted to see if she could push Branches a bit, and how far she could take it. Her excuse to herself was that Hector would push those frustrating buttons himself, but the reality was that she was just toying with the girl. Eventually, Branches caught on, and that was a surprise. Mica never caught on, but Branches wasn't Mica after all.

"Okay," Branches said at the last painful pull, "if this isn't necessary then you are just messing with me..."

"No no, this is important stuff. You have to know how to-" Roxanne began. Before she could finish assuaging the girl, Branches suddenly flexed and did something Roxanne had seen more buxom women, including herself, fail at. The corset exploded and sent buttons and ribs flying around the room like bullets.

"Woops." Branches said unconvincingly. Roxanne checked herself over, knowing that the mundane assault wouldn't have harmed her at all but checking anyway, then expressed a heavy sigh. Her windows were broken again and a stray button had smashed her third favorite ceramic gnome to bits. She saw though that while she'd been toying with Branches, time had seriously got around to passing. Outside the broken remains of her window, the sun had set and the point at which the dark would soon come on had arrived. When she turned back to Branches again and saw the corset hanging off her like a shed skin, Roxanne gave an even deeper and more profound heavy sigh.

"That..." She groaned knowing that this was partially her fault, "was an antique whale bone corset..."